Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-10-13

Dui am very IoneIy sln-e the NY OF
my heart dropped into the dust. My
ssinted Mary Ann! how I miss her
sweet presencel And unless some
other fairy form will come to fll the
aching void left in my heart, it's walls
will certainly cave in with the pres-
sure Of grief. / believe in second love.
Does the candle flame 60 out because
another has been lighted from it?
Then why should the flame of love go
out with the light it has bestowed
upon another?
The first consolation that came to
me in the dark hours of my bereave-
ment, was the thought that the golden
gate of matrimoDy would again open
at my bidding. The fact that i so
dearly loved my angel, Mary Ann, is
proof positive that ] could love with
equal fervor one equally worthy.
Now, my dear young lady, if you
receive another answer to your ad-
vertisenent that impresses You more
favorably than mine, you need not
answer this: aud | will seek elsewhere
for one to heal my wounded heart.
Uutil then / am
Yours truly, ROBIN ADAIR."
This letter Walter carried gleefully
to the post office, and three days later
startled robin Adair," who was
standing before the mirror pulling at
a mass of golded brown hair, that in
sisted upon taking its own natural
wave instead Of the fashionable French
one its owner was trying to produce.
My dear sir, here is a letter for
you, said Walter, holding toward her
a diminutive, rose colored envelope.
But hadn't you better take my hat
and cigar case, and try to look a look
little more masculine?' he added
laughingly. 4 fancyif Annie Laurie
were to see you now, she would sell
her matrimonial interest in you for
little or nothing
I'll make her willing to add a pre-
MUM to the price Of nothing, said
Mabel, as she tore open the enveope.
The letter was written in small,
stiff looking characters, as though the
author aimed at being neat, but only
succeeded in being prim. 1t ran as
follows -
"MY DEAR SIR;-I received no
answer to my advertisement that |
value as | do yours. | am somewhat
bashful. and half regretted writing the
notice, fearing the gentlemen would
think me bold and unmaidenly. But
on reading your letter my regrets all
vanished The same sentiments which
it breathed have slumbered for years
in my own heart-though they have
never yet been awakened by the pos
session or loss Of companion. / sp-
preciate your great love for your wife,
which, as Yen say, only proves yonr
capability Of exercising that emotion.
81 am not bread-and-butt school
girl, but sensible young lady, with
settled ideas OF lie and its responsi
bilities. / never write poetry-never
indulge in rhapsodies over the moon;
but | understand all the details of
housekeeping-have a good education,
and can adorn both the parlor and the
kitchen.
4 believe womans sphere is home.
She Is the sun OF the solar system Of
domestic life, and there her light
should shine.
Ny tastes are thoroughly domestic.
| have long wanted to be the ivy for
some sturdy, shattered oak. Hoping,
kind sir, that you may be my long
sought oak, | am
Yours truly, ANNIE LAURIE.
Mabel's red lips curled as she finish
ed reading this letter aloud.
Its a mystery to me, she said,
that so many good qualities as this
young lady gives herself credit for
possessing were not purchased at pri-
vate sale, without waiting for public
auction. Such rare accomplishments
should be better appreciated
Tina, : fact, Mabel. l have half
a mind to be your rival, and try my
luck al winning this extraordinary
maiden. She would be such a valua-
bic addition to my cabinet OF curiosi-
ties. But l forgot; we are allies, and
that is better than being rivals. By
the way, are you going to the Orrs'
this evening?
Why, yes; l was just beginning to
dress when you came in. Now. sir,
striking an attitude, 'begone from my
presence How dare you intrude
upon a lady when she is surrounded
by the mysteries of her toilet ! point.
ing theatrically to her combs, brushes
aud hair-pins. What visions of
enamel and rouge, detached curls and
black-lesd eyebrows, will float before
your mind when you see a pretty wo-
nIsp' In bsAalkof my sex, must for